18

Mavin,

Earlier, I awoke in my bedroom and prepared to leave for the office as it was a brand new week. Monday, precisely Adam hadn't received any full information on who the young lady was, except for the fact that she was Conrad Sabastain's daughter.

I frowned at the thought of having anything to do with my enemy's daughter.

I proceeded to wear my black coat after finishing my bath. When I went downstairs, I met Angela arranging the dining room with two maids. My mansion was eerily quiet.

Approaching the dining table, Angela greeted me, "Good morning boss."

"Good morning Angela. Where's Grandpa Charlie?" I asked as I stood beside a chair and rolled up my white inner sleeves.

I didn't spare a glance at Angela as I preferred mature women in my employ. I didn't have time for younger women.

I would have preferred only men working in my mansion, but I didn't want to be rumored as a gay man when I'm not.

"Grandpa Charlie is in his bedroom. He said he isn't coming for breakfast," Ang